A Love Song for Ricki Wilde, by Tia Williams (Grand Central Publishing 2024)
First line: “Leap years are strange.”
I knew I wanted to read this before I even read a synopsis. Seven Days in June was my favorite book of 2021, so it didn’t matter what this next book was about. I would read it.
As it turns out, Love Song is a departure from Seven Days, and unlike Seven Days, which had me hooked within the first paragraph (can we all please take a moment to remember how epic that first paragraph was?), it took me a little while to get into it.
At the beginning of this story, we find Ricki, baby of the family by many years, sitting down with the Wildes for their weekly dinner. Richard Wilde, Sr., is the founder of a very successful funeral home conglomerate, and each of Ricki’s older sisters have their own booming franchise. But Ricki is floundering, serving as a receptionist at one of her father’s businesses, and dreaming of a day when she can open the business of her heart — an exotic floral shop. A chance meeting with a nonagenarian who has a flat for rent in Harlem, sends Ricki into her destiny, a road that will eventually lead her to a man named Ezra. A man who has been searching for her for decades, but only during Februarys of leap years.
I had a hard time at first because the Wildes are all wickedly horrible. But once Ricki gets to Harlem, the story picks up considerably and I was all in. Ricki as a character is full of life and spunk and heart, and she sees that reflected in the people who become her family in Harlem: Tuesday, a former child actor who becomes her bff, Ms. Della who becomes her grandmother, and Ezra, who becomes the love of her life. As with Seven Days, there are some tough topics covered here, with mental health, grief, guilt, and racism being at the forefront. But most of this story is just deliciously fun. We have Harlem Renaissance pianists and gorgeous, aromatic florals just spilling from the page, and I ate it all up.
The romance in this story is built on tropes I usually don’t go for — fated lovers, insta-love — but the magical realism elements made it work for me. Plus, Ricki and Ezra are just such likeable characters that it didn’t seem to matter. I have never read a story based around the strangeness of Leap Years (like, how did she even plan for the publication of this book so perfectly?), but I was so delighted to be reading it during one.
Happy Leap Day, everyone!